Wednesday, January 20, 2010

flake.

Don’t ask me to stop pretending,

Then there would be nothing left of me

Not one emotion, not one smile

you will miss me


Honesty, my friend, is overrated.



2 comments:

Meenakshi said...

footnote: the last line is borrowed from the corinthian.

SAntosh said...

if the knees hadn't been weak
one could have shifted earth below..
such a temptress is this life
allows pretence to finally grow

"the worlds' a stage so said bard",
as his pretence never dried
anger, love, pain and deceit
and all that he did derive...

"and 'am an actor afterall"
said he who didn't nameth the seventh..
so envious was he of himself
that he laughed at his own laments

oh! you wretched turmoil,
write will you..
blot all you have with ink.
mark all the trees, dead or alive
for, "last words are only for those who haven't said enough"